Ellen smiled a little at that, continuing to push her eggs around the carton, clearly not really interested in eating them, no matter how hungry she was. The Infamous Winchesters indeed.
She actually took the time to think, before answering his question. Not just to phrase it so that he didn't guess who she was; because it wasn't something that it had ever occured to anyone to ask.
"Yeah," she answered, finally. "I can't say I knew what I was letting myself in for. I wanted to be like my daddy. He tried to prepare me, tried to talk me out of it, but..." She shrugged. "I wanted to carry on the tradition, y'know? It's important."